Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I came hard, almost violently, but before I was done, she was on her knees licking a thick rope of cum from my leg.
The reminder is enough to harden me again, quickly and painfully.
“I’m so fucking hard,” I half-complain but mostly laugh. “You do things to me, Gina.”
She pushes me on my back onto the soft linens that she chose for our bed in this condo. It’s our place to escape from the world, and we’ve taken full advantage of that recently.
Without a word, she kisses a path over my chest before small bites of her teeth trail down my stomach. A swipe of her tongue over the crown of my cock to collect the bead of pre-cum lures a deep groan from me.
I watch in wonder as she flings her hair over her shoulder before she crawls on me, straddling my thighs.
“I want it like this,” she purrs, her hands cupping her small tits. “I want to ride you, Lawton.”
“Get on it,” I grind out the words as I slap her hands away so I can work on her nipples.
The soft sound that escapes her parted lips tells me I’m hitting just the right spot, so I up the ante and take her left nipple in my mouth. I suck it, bite it, and lick it until she slides back.
I know what’s next, so I settle back and let my wife take control.
Her hand circles my cock as she lines up the crown with her entrance before she lowers herself onto me.
“Jesus,” I bite out through clenched teeth. “It’s too fucking much.”
“I’m just getting started.” She lets out an audible breath. “I promise it’ll get so much better than this.”
An hour later, I hold tightly to Gina’s hand as we approach the dock.
“Was it hard to clear out the apartment in Los Angeles?” she asks, peering at me from over the frames of her sunglasses.
She’s a vision, dressed in a black sweater and jeans, both from the closet in the guestroom in our apartment. All she packed for this weekend’s getaway were clothing pieces she’s had for years.
She’s been mindful of the brand representations she takes on. Since most of her time the past few weeks has been devoted to working as a contract ASL interpreter with Dr. Morgan and a colleague of his and spending time learning the inner workings of the restaurant with Marti, she’s cut back on her posting schedule.
“No,” I answer her honestly, even though she took the trip to California with me and caught me tearing up a time or two.
That was because I’d stumbled on a few belongings of my dad’s that are now proudly displayed in our apartment in New York. I brought a stone carving that he loved with us on this trip to start making our condo that overlooks Long Island Sound feel more like our home away from home.
“Romy is coming to Dominick’s wedding,” I tell her. “Dominick’s glad to have her working for Modica, so he wants her there.”
“It’s less than a week now until they get married.” She smiles. “I can’t wait to go back to Howerton House to the spot where you proposed.”
“We’ll dance the night away.” I smirk. “I’ll try and stay upright and keep my shoes on.”
“You do you, Daniel.” She wiggles her hips. “I’ll join right in because that’s what Lawtons do.”
I stop to tilt her chin up to kiss her lips.
“I’ll take another,” she whispers when we part. “Just like the first one.”
I deliver as requested with an extra tug on her bottom lip with my teeth.
“I love kissing you,” she confesses. “You have to be the best kisser on the planet.”
I take the compliment with a smile before I wrap an arm around her waist. With my free hand, I point toward the dock. “Something is waiting for us by the water.”
Her gaze follows the path of my finger. “What is it?”
“That officially belongs to you, baby.”
She looks at me before she glances at the sailboat with Leif aboard. It’s the same boat we were on when we shared our first kiss. “What belongs to me?”
I take her hand and lead her down the path toward the dock, all while she shifts her gaze from me to the boat that awaits us.
As we near, Leif raises a hand in greeting. “Mr. and Mrs. Lawton! It’s good to see you both.”
We’ve seen Leif twice since our second wedding. A ride on the boat has been a staple of our trips here, but today is different.
It’s taken some time and a fair bit of negotiation with my client, who owned the sailboat, but today, I can finally give my wife the gift I’ve longed to since our first honeymoon.
“Are you ready to board?” Leif asks.
I grin at him. “One minute, and we’ll be set.”